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Julia 

In recent days, I often plunge into memories. What happened before the war, what happened during the war, with people who are not here now, with the living and with those with whom my life path has not crossed for a long time. And it's so strange - to go on the road from Lisbon to the small surfing village Peniche and to be thinking of  somewhere in childhood in the village with my grandmother and picking raspberries in a basket in the garden, and then getting to the day of my first sauna with my classmates - like 11-year-old girls drinking Coca-Cola and make chocolate masks on their bodies, and then find myself at the university and remember my first all night partie, quarrels with parents, first kiss, first trips, jobs, feelings ... and all this flows from one thing to another in the head - somewhere fun, pleasant, and somewhere sad and disturbing. Meanwhile, "Change - Big Thief" is playing in headphones.

"Change, like the sky
Like the leaves, like a butterfly
Death, like a door
To a place we've never been before"

This song appeared in my playlist at the right time. 

P.S: Floating in the flow of change